Outa My Mind

“Adam Ant taught me the chords, I wrote the words. It’s a long story for a short song.”

-From the liner notes for Flyover Land

There’s somethin’ in your eyes this mornin’.
I can see it isn’t stars.
There’s something you’ve been tryin’ to tell me,
I’ve been close with no cigars.
I tell you I been workin’ on it.
You tell me we’ve been livin’ on the poverty line.

There’s somethin’ in those bags you’re packin’,
And I guess it ain’t regret.
There’s somethin’ tickin’, Keeps you movin’,
And I sure ain’t touched it yet.
You say you blame all the boys before me,
I tell you I could make you forget them in time.

repeat chorus

There’s something in your eyes this mornin’,
That I ain’t seen before.
It’s somethin’ like a force of nature,
And it strips me to the core.
You kid yourself sayin’ nothing’s sacred.
Don’t fool yourself,
you’re takin’ somethin’ of mine.